Good one Janice, looks funny reads funny-- thanks for the laugh!
A Memo from the Mail Room
I think it’s time I told you how you get beneath my skin,
that when I bare my teeth at you, it’s not a friendly grin.
And so, to clear the air, I've made a list I want to share.
Perhaps there’s something here of which you may not be aware.
The only reason Monday is so hard on me is you!
I'm fed up with the never-ending crap you seem to spew.
Your preachy-righteous quoting of the only book you've read
only shows me just how thinly your intelligence is spread.
I often see you sleeping at your desk when I walk by,
and you ought to see a doctor 'bout that thing that's on your eye.
Your pictures of vacation, with you standing on the beach,
give me shivers of revulsion like a nails-on-chalkboard screech.
You have disgusting habits and they make me want to heave.
I’ve seen you licking ketchup off your filth encrusted sleeve.
I saw you pick a booger and then wipe it on your phone.
I shudder when I think of what you do when you’re alone.
I’m sickened by the time you spend just kissing boss's ass,
and surprised that you have not succumbed to all that noxious gas.
You're late for work five days a week; it's really getting old.
There is no number high enough to count the lies you've told.
Please submit your resignation, cause I’m edgy and I’m nervous.
You should get an application from the local postal service.
I hear that they are hiring; I'm sure you'll fit right in.
They have important jobs to fill; they've lost some staff again.
[This message has been edited by fivefootone (edited November 25, 2008).]
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